This Is Literally So Good. I Devoured This Fic

Thinking about... Kissing that old man.

I DELETED THIS ASK I THINK OR SOMETHING 💀

I ADDED IT TO SCHEDULE ON ACCIDENT AND IT DISAPPEARED 😭😭 WHOEBER YOU ARE ANON IF YOU SEE THIS IM SO SORRY !!! maybe my unfinished work will show up randomly tomorrow 😭😭 its literally just me freaking out on how much i loved your ask LMAOO

have ur fic as early as possible cause 1) your req slays and 2) i feel bad for it disappearing 😭

wait, sensitive!

—lucifer x gn!reader

—includes : riding, sub!lucifer, dom!reader, sensitive wings, nicknames like baby and babyboy, crying

you didn’t think much of it when you stroked lucifer’s wings as he sat as his desk, humming to yourself a quiet tune as he works on a new duck.

you thought it would be relaxing. after all, he doesn’t have his wings out all the time, surely they’d need to get a little massage here and there to work out some stiffness?

so you did so, your fingers gliding underneath and over the tufts of his soft feathers. you’d draw soft circles into his wings, massaging them carefully to not hurt him.

which, you realize slowly, was far from what you were doing.

you notice the way he would clench his screwdriver a bit too tightly, how he’d dig his heels into the wooden floor below him, and the way he’d sometimes drop his head down for a few seconds before bringing it back up, a slow exhale leaving him.

at first, you just thought he was getting really focused at intermittent points on his very important rubber duck project, but when your hands made their way to the base of his wings, that’s where things clicked.

“mm!”

you jump back, his back straightening instantly as his wings flutter outwards for a second before going back to their resting position, another sigh leaving him as he leaned over his desk, his hands running through his hair with his elbows on the table.

“lucifer? you alright, honey?” you ask, slightly concerned on what prompted such a sudden reaction.

“YEAH—yeah, i mean. ahem! yes. yes i’m fine, uh, thanks for asking, love,” he stammers awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side to look at you behind him briefly with an uncomfortable smile before going back to his work, readjusting himself in his seat.

“can i keep going then?”

“of cour—ngh!” he’s taken aback as you interrupt him by kneading your fingers into the base of his wings, raising your eyebrow at his somewhat intriguing noises.

“…i assume your are wings sensitive?” you inquire, a smirk slowly etching onto your face as you gently brush the tips of your fingers across his feathers, now noticing the quieter stifled noises coming from your lover.

“i—uhm. yes, a little. sorry i just—you know! you started randomly touching my wings out of the goodness out of your heart and i didn’t want to stopyoui’msorry—,” he turns over to you, his apologetic expression clear as he rambles on with his unnecessary explanation.

“shh, it’s okay, baby,” you hush him, moving his chair out of the way before pushing him further over his desk, making him scramble to get his project out of the way as you bend him over as he squeaks in panic. he didn’t want his new invention to get ruined!

“you really should’ve told me sooner though. i could’ve done so many things to you with this information, you know?” you whisper into his ear, your grin widening as one of your hands keep working on the base of his wings, making him whimper as your other hand finds its place on his hip.

well, until his unbound wing flutters out and almost hits you in the face.

you two decide to change positions after that.

and it certainly wasn’t a bad one. you now sat on the chair with him facing you on top of your lap, feeling up his wings as he arched his back in delight, now unabashedly letting his noises out.

“mm—there, ah! yeah, please,” he grinded against your thigh shamelessly as you made use of his sensitive wings, making him squirm and writhe so easily.

the red blush across his face seemed to compete with the natural ones permanently set on his cheeks. oh, if only he could see it. it would set him aflame in embarrassment.

“that’s my boy. keep grinding against my thigh like that and i’ll give you something nice,” you encourage him, kissing his now exposed collarbone and biting little marks into his pale skin, red blotches forming like ink on parchment.

of course, he listens to you. he’s yours after all. why wouldn’t he?

your treat for him is letting him ride you, messing with his wings until he’s a drooling mess. seriously, he really should’ve told you about this earlier. he was so beautiful like this, defiled and downright delirious for every touch you graced him with.

“so, so good. my baby boy, so perfect for me. like you were made to ride me. you were, weren’t you?” you murmur quietly as you thrust upwards, meeting his hips as they slammed down, desperate for more as he wailed, tears falling from his pretty illuminated eyes as he kept getting overwhelmed from all of the sensations pulsing through his body.

he needed this. your constant praise that filled his heart with pride, your steady thrusts that warmed and twisted his stomach in loops of sinful indulgence, and lastly your hands that weaved their way through his wings, each finger prodding and poking an area that was bound to send a shock of unholy satisfaction through his whole body.

not that he was holy to begin with, of course.

“m-may i cum? please—please let me cum, please!” he yelps, the movements of your hips getting faster and faster. he tries to keep up, beads of sweat falling from his brow as he exerts as much energy he has left to keep fucking himself on you.

“yes, you may, my love,” you coo. his hand finds his way on his cock, touching it just slightly before gasping from the sudden grip on his wings, harsh and rough and just the thing to set him off.

he collapses over you, his chin on top of your shoulder as you rub his back, sweet nothings leaving your lips with ease as you wait for him to compose himself a bit.

“good.. that was… we should do that more—oh!”

another moan flies from his throat as your squeeze the base of his wings once more, a smirk spreading on your lips. “really? i was thinking the same thing! how about now?”

and who is he to deny you?

i have to admit i did not reread this very well bc im tired but if there are any mistakes or repetitiveness just blame it on notes app ❤️ also i dont know how to @ people on tumblr apparently wtf 😭 why is this so hard HELP??

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen

Alastor: *Gets down on one knee*

Lucifer: Oh my god, it's finally happening!

Alastor: *Falls over*

Lucifer: The poison is kicking in

Personal Space

A/N: I saw art of Jayce invading personal space and realized that Jayce would have no concept of personal space. (Did you see the way that man laid his head in Mel's lap? The way he comforts Viktor?) Also please be gentle with me, this is my first Arcane/Jayce fic lol.

Summary: You really love your personal space, unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks at it, Jayce also really loves your personal space.

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst. Jayce Talis has no sense of personal space. Kissing. Parties. Protective!Jayce.

Pairing: University!Jayce Talis x University!Reader

“It’s looking like it’s not going to be finished in time to show the professor…” Jayce grumbles to himself, looking up at the chalkboard full of equations and symbols that you don’t understand. 

You’re studying literature. Jayce is studying science. Opposites. Yet, you know what they say about opposites attracting. Like magnets. That’s you and Jayce. Though, you suppose Jayce probably wouldn’t understand that phrase unless it’s only referencing magnets. 

That’s the thing about the two of you. Before meeting Jayce, you couldn’t stand to let anyone in your personal space. You didn’t like people touching you but then this guy came along and it was obvious right from the start, he’s the touchy type. And suddenly, you found yourself not minding. 

“Look at this.” Jayce grabs you, pulling you in front of him so that his front is pressed up against your back. 

Gods, he’s so warm. You can’t help but lean against him as he rests one hand on your hip and then points to all the things on the chalkboard with the other, explaining every single point and fact to you. You have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but it doesn’t matter. 

So much for personal space.

~*~

“Read to me.” Jayce walks into your dorm room late at night, finding you curled up in your bed, leaning against the wall, reading your book. 

Without an invite, he crawls into your bed and then rests his head in your lap, shutting his eyes. You can tell that he’s been in the lab all night by the way his body just slumps over your lap, his hand resting on your knee. 

“My roommate is sleeping.” You murmur, looking up at her across the room in her bed, her back turned to you as she faces the wall.

“She’s a heavy sleeper.” He shrugs.

You don’t say anything for a moment, earning a sigh from Jayce.

“Resa.” Jayce says your roommate’s name a little loudly.

Your head shoots up to your sleeping roommate’s form who hasn’t even so much as budged.

“See?” Jayce chuckles, glancing up at you slightly.

You let out a fake sigh, rolling your eyes and then start reading out loud. You get about a page in when Jayce pulls your free hand up into his hair, letting you know what he wants. Your fingers curl into his hair and start massaging his scalp. 

He lets out a soft groan and your hand pauses for a moment before he whispers. “Don’t stop… please.” 

You smile softly and start again, turning back to your book and starting to read out loud again. A few moments later, you hear soft snores. 

Later that night, as the two of you sleep, he has you pulled against him as he spoons you. You can’t help but think to yourself the next morning when you wake up before he does, who needs personal space?

~*~

Shelving books on the weekend at the library helps bring in a little bit of income for you to get by while at university. Sometimes, Jayce will come and keep you company while you do so. Which is how you find yourself in this situation.

“So, I was thinking we could leave from here and go straight to Claxle’s party once you’re off?” He gestures to the doors.

You give him a sour face.

“Don’t give me that face. Please.” He gives you a fake pout, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t you give me that face.” You look down at the cart of books, trying to not give in.

At least not right away. 

Every time you pull books off the cart to put back onto the library shelves, he takes another step toward you, practically crowding you against the shelf.

Does he know he does this to you? Does he do it on purpose?

“I cannot think of anything I’d rather do less than go to Claxle Bogart’s party.” You whisper.

He chuckles. “Oh come on. The parties aren’t that bad.”

You raise your eyebrows in a “oh really?” Kind of way and he rolls his own eyes, leaning off the shelf and stepping closer toward you, forcing you to look up at him. It’s times like these when you’re reminded of how much bigger he is than you. 

“Jayce…” You sigh, your eyes looking up into warm amber eyes.

He sighs your name and it takes everything in you to not go weak in the knees. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be much fun. I just wanna go back to my room and read my book.” You murmur, pulling away to start shelving books again.

“That’s why we gotta loosen you up, sweetheart.” He teases you, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look into his eyes again. 

You can’t help but go warm at the nickname and at the begging eyes. Unfortunately, you know there’s no saying no to this man. You think he knows that, too.

~*~

There’s a band playing somewhere in the hall of this dorm that has the door open so the music can trail out throughout the party. This is definitely not your scene, but as Jayce guides you through a crowd of people, his hand on your lower back, you can’t help but lean into his side. When you look up at him, he’s just looking forward, unaware of the effect he has on you. 

“Do you want a drink?” He leans down, close to your ear.

The warmth of his breath sends goosebumps down your entire body. You nod, leaning against the wall, needing a moment to collect yourself. Watching as he disappears into one of the rooms, you look up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. The music still feels way too loud and you feel exposed.

The dress was Jayce’s idea. He had told you that you looked great and you thought maybe you could trace a hint of pink in his cheeks when he said it, but you’re not convinced that wasn’t just your brain hoping. 

You hear your name from an unfortunately familiar voice. 

“Claxle.” You sigh, rolling your head to look at the annoying host of the party.

He leans against the wall, invading your personal space in a way that feels absolutely wrong. This is way different than Jayce. Jayce’s presence is warm and sweet. This is cold and makes you feel like you’re being stared at by a predator. 

“You don’t normally come to my parties.” He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you.

Your head turns toward the door that Jayce went in and you debate whether or not you should go find him. 

“Jayce convinced me.” You tell him.

“Talis, huh?” He smirks. “I always thought there was a little something something with you two. Then I figured maybe he was just using you to help him with his homework or something.”

You glare at Claxle. “Jayce is a scientist. I think he can manage his own homework. You know, speaking of, I think you’re the one who needs a tutor since you’ve not turned in an assignment to Professor Ulsa.” 

You give a polite and fake smile to let him know you’re done with the conversation. Unfortunately, Claxle gets a look in his eye as he looks you up and down.

“You do realize you’re wasting your time with Talis, right? Saw him cozying up with some blonde girl the other day anyway.” He smirks. 

“Okay.” You reply, refusing to give him any sort of reaction. 

Before Claxle can say anything else, Jayce finally makes his way back over, handing you a drink with a gentle “hey”. You smile up at him, ignoring the other guy. Claxle walks away without even acknowledging him. 

“What did Bogart want?” He asks. 

You shrug with an amused look. “To let me know I’m not your type and that you’re only friends with me so I can help you with school.” 

“What?” He glares, looking away into the crowd for Claxle. 

“Hey, it doesn’t matter.” You try to pull his attention back to you. 

Jayce’s gaze softens when he looks back down at you, nodding reluctantly. He’s normally so level headed, you’ve never seen him that worked up over something some jerk says.

“Let's get out of here.” He mumbles, taking your drink and sitting it down with his on a table so that he can grab your hand and lead you up the steps to the roof of the dormitory. 

He’s quiet for a while as he looks out over Piltover. 

“Jayce?” You tilt your head, watching as he’s leaning against the edge of the building.

He turns his head toward you and then slides his hand down to your hip, looking down at his own hand as he does so. This feels different than usual. 

“Why don’t you like me?” He murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. 

“What?” You ask, confused. “Of course I like-”

“No… that’s not what I-” He groans softly, clearly frustrated. “Claxle was wrong… you are my type.”

Oh.

“I am?” You can’t help but whisper, terrified that if you talk too loudly, this moment could be ruined or taken away from you. Or maybe you’re just too used to working in a quiet library.

“Of course you are.” He smiles that charming smile that makes your chest tighten. “I’ve only been flirting with you for the past two years.”

“Two years?” You ask, incredulous. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He shrugs. “I’m shy?”

You playfully slug him and he laughs, pulling you closer against him. 

“I’ve been trying… I cuddle with you, I touch you…” He murmurs. 

“Jayce…” You shake your head, amused. “I thought that was just you being touchy.” 

“You didn’t notice I’m only that way when I’m with you?” He grins.

You shrug. “I guess not.”

“Will this help?” He asks, leaning down and brushing his soft pink lips against yours.

Finally, you think to yourself. 

His lips are just as soft as you’d thought they’d be. It seems like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.  

When he pulls away, you shake your head. “Need a little more help.” 

He chuckles against your lips before deepening the kiss, his hands eagerly finding your hips to hold you right where you are, holding onto you like you’re this man’s anchor. 

Yeah, you think, there is no personal space when it comes to Jayce Talis. 

And you’re absolutely fine with that.

My new headcanon is that Karens become Susans in Hell.

your roommate who just can’t respect the fact that you don’t want to blur the lines between living together and having sex. you’ve told him times without number that you’d prefer to keep you guys the way you are, but he always finds a way to worm his way into your arms, whining about how sitting on his face just once won’t do either of you any harm! you roll your eyes and tell him to fuck off, which he does with a heavy pout.

but when your fingers aren’t going in as deep as you want them, and you’re bucking your hips into your hand like a dog, you’re starting to consider those words carefully. so you reach over to grab your phone and text him.

you: are you sure if we do this just once you’ll let it be?

read 11:47pm

you groan, what the hell are you doing? it’s too late to reason, because he’s bursting through your door, panting and shirtless as his eyes zero in on your spread legs. his smile is sultry as he steps towards you.

why were you saying no to this again? your hands are flush against his chest, grinding down hard on his face as his tongue assaults your seeping hole. you’re tugging at your own nipples, crying out his name as you chase your orgasm. his grip on your hips is tight, and you’re not sure the last time he came up for air. frankly you’re not sure you care, because he’s still dutifully fucking you with that tongue and he’s showing no signs of stopping.

when you cum into his mouth, he groans hard into you. the sweet taste of your essence is almost drowning him, but he’s willing to die here for this pussy. when you slide off of him, he’s still smiling that stupid smile. you’re half tempted to slam your cunt right back on his face, but you know it’ll have the opposite effect from what you want.

"now, i can leave you here like this, like you ‘want’, or you can lay back and let me fuck you. the choice is yours, cutie.”

last week, if he even alluded to kissing you, you’d be quick to throw something at him to dismiss the statement. but as you sit now, eyes trained on the raging hard-on in his pants, you might just have to take your word back on that one.

GENSHIN IMPACT: TARTAGLIA. scaramouche. lyney. WRIOTHESLEY. kaeya.

HONKAI: STAR RAIL: aventurine. DR RATIO. boothill. jiaoqiu. JING YUAN. gallagher. SAMPO.

JUJUTSU KAISEN: gojo. SUKUNA. geto.

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"give me another"

satoru can't handle another. he's cum so many times that he's sobbing, his legs are shaking so much that you're almost concerned. you've been riding him for hours now, milking his dick over and over again: being filled up and fucked out and somehow managing to maintain the upper hand.

your boyfriends so weak, though, that he probably couldn't flip you over and fuck you if he tried. but he's got the strength to beg, so beg he will.

"please, baby, i can take another orgasm. i'll be okay."

"you'll pass out."

"and you are well within your rights to keep fucking me if i do!"

you slow the roll of your hips gradually, as to not deny him completely. he's looking at you with these blown out eyes, pooling with tears and lust and love beyond romance. it's spiritual. or he's just really cum drunk.

"alright," you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i'll make you a deal: i'll stay still and if you can thrust up enough to make yourself cum, so be it."

"cardio?" satoru whines.

"problem? i can pull off and we can-"

you're jolted by a sudden harsh thrust upwards. satoru bullies his cock deep into you, enough to force the air from your lungs.

"no problem," he grins. "i love cardio."

He told her about Cherri 🥺🥺🥺

Charlie #1 cherrisnake shipper!

❝ in which your boyfriend satoru gojo subconsciously seeks your comfort ❞ ❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff. ❦ words ; 738

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The sound of footsteps walking through your apartment sends a jolt of fear straight up your spine, until-

“Satoru?” Blinking in confusion at the sight of your sorcerer boyfriend, you sigh in relief. Of course you know he can teleport but showing up out of the blue like this is a new level, even for him. “You scared the shit out of me,” you breathe out with a shake of your head.

“Sorry, baby.” Satoru heads straight for your living room, plopping down on your couch with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. There’s a tear in his jacket and his blindfold is nowhere to be found, which is unusual for him. Though, so is teleporting to your home without warning.

“I wasn’t expecting you so I don’t have enough food-” you pause, glancing back towards the kitchen, “-did you want to order something?”

“Sure, anything’s fine.”

You tilt your head, examining his expression though you can’t gleam anything about how he’s feeling with his eyes closed. Still, this isn’t like him. He’s too quiet. Too unenthusiastic. He didn’t even greet you.

“How does sushi sound, then? There’s this place just around the corner that just opened-”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Satoru interrupts, his tone snappy enough that you recoil slightly, blinking at him as hurt flashes across your features. You may not have been together long, but he’s never once so much as expressed unhappiness towards you. In truth, you’re not sure what to do.

Your lips purse as Gojo leans forward, raking his hands over his face before resting his head in his hands.

Oh. Oh.

You approach him slowly, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He doesn’t react, thumbs pressed to his temples. You flick the light switch behind you, letting the room go dark as you gently lay your palms over his, urging him to drop his hands from his temples as you press a kiss to his forehead.

His breath fans your forearms as you adjust to carefully lay his head in your lap, his legs hanging over the arm of the plush furniture. Running your fingers through his hair, you massage his scalp as his hair cascades over your thighs.

Comfortable silence settles between you as he relishes in the moment, his muscles gradually relaxing. The harsh furrow to his brow begins to slack, his expression going neutral as he leans his face into your body.

He didn’t think about it when he teleported here, it just felt right. He knows now it’s because he craved your comfort, your touch, and he didn’t know it yet.

“I’m so, so sorry, pretty girl,” he sighs, burying his face into your torso as he blindly reaches for your hand. He finds it with ease, a feat of his six eyes surely, and brings it to his lips, lingering in a kiss against your knuckles.

“I forgive you, Toru, it happens,” you tell him. “Headache?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, gripping your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’m sorry.”

“I told you I forgive you,” you tell him, a sympathetic smile on your face. His blue eyes flicker open, squinting even in the darkness of the late evening as he struggles through his headache. Still, relief swirls in his eyes when he sees the sincere look on your face.

Although he has a habit of pushing your buttons and riling you up, those are things you’ve always loved about him. You’re well aware of his status, of just how little respect is directed towards him as a person rather than an instrument of destruction. Now, looking into his gorgeous cerulean irises, this is one of those moments where you can see just how human he truly is.

“Still up for sushi?” He asks, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. His head still pounds, evidenced by the faint tension in his forehead, but it’s tolerable with you at his side.

You return his smile, nodding. “With dessert,” you insist. His grin widens and you giggle at the sight, glad to have your boyfriend back.

Large palms pull you down by the back of your neck as he kisses you softly, his lips moving with slow and pure intentions as he conveys his love for you. “Now you’re speakin’ my language,” he hums against your lips.

Satoru needs comfort sometimes too, and you’re grateful he chooses to seek that in you.

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thinking about sucking sukuna off with uraume

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“take it deeper.” sukuna purrs, next to you, you hear uraume gag and choke when he pushes their head down to take more of his cock into their mouth. “open your throat, more, do not fight me.” uraume whimpers next to you, drool and spit dripping on their knees.

you reach over blindly and find their hand, lacing your fingers with theirs. they instantly grab you back, squeezing you like a lifeline. you bob your head quickly, doing what he says and opening your throat wider—even though he was speaking to uraume.

suddenly, you feel a hand on your head, and your heart rate spikes. “my balls are feeling neglected, take care of that, pet.” he orders you. you pop your lips off of his dick, a line of spit connecting your lips to his cock. nodding, you jerk him off with your free hand while leaning down to take one of his balls into your mouth.

his reaction is immediate, and he bucks his hips upwards, thrusting his cock down uraumes throat, causing them to gag. “you’re working hard, keep going.” he orders, collecting the hair out of your face and holding it like a makeshift handle so you’re able to suck his balls better.

uraume pulls off of his cock and coughs loudly, sucking in breaths. they must have choked, but sukuna doesn’t give them long to breath before you heard them gag again when he shoves their mouth back on him. “you were doing so well, you have not disappointed me yet uraume, do not start now.”

sukuna pulls you off of his balls and drags you back to his cock, ordering you to keep touching his balls with your hand while you suck him. his groans are more frequent now, and you hear uraume moan next to you in response. an idea pops into your head, and you untangle your fingers from uraumes before reaching between their thighs.

their legs are pressed together tightly, likely from them rubbing their thighs together to relieve themself a bit. they choke next to you when you press your fingers between their thighs, letting them know your intentions. they shakily part their legs, allowing you to press down on their swollen clit through their boxers.

they groan around sukuna, making his hips jerk in response. “naughty pet, what are you doing?” sukuna asks you, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he watches you slide your fingers inside uraume. their arch their back and double their efforts on sukuna, panting through their nose.

“are your fingers inside them?” he asks, groaning when you nod. “such an eager little thing, aren’t you? feeding off of pleasure like a succubus.” you moan, rolling his balls in your hand and taking him down about halfway in your throat before choking.

“i’ll give you what you want, and you’ll take it all.” he groaned, gripping both of your heads tighter and forcing your faces down to meet his thrusts. his thrusting grows eratic, and you fuck your fingers harder and faster inside uraumes cunt. they grip your wrist, their legs and thighs spamming around your hand when they start to cum.

sukuna releases a loud groan as you feel him unload his balls into your mouths. you try not to swallow all of it, having a better idea. “very good. uraume, open your mouth.” you pull your fingers out from their pussy and slide your mouth off of sukuna’s dick, keeping your mouth closed.

uraume opens their mouth and shows him how they swallowed. he grins, the sight beautiful and terrifying. “wonderful.” he looks at you next and raises his eyebrows expectantly. instead of opening your mouth to show him his mess, you grip uraumes jaw and turn twords them.

their eyes are wide, and they open their mouth to speak before you pressing your mouth against theirs, you force your tongue into their mouth. they whine around the taste as you kiss uraume with sukuna’s cum in your mouth. “fucking filthy human.” sukuna groans. it sounds derogatory, but you know he has a large grin on his face. “such sluts.” he grunts, tucking his cocks back in his pants as you get carried away and pin uraume to the floor, your hand wandering back into their pants while you kiss them.